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llcoolvadWell! That Patriots loss was a big surprise. I don't really like football at all (too much bad high school football when I was in the marching band, I guess), but it's hard not to get caught up. I can only imagine what sports talk radio is going to be like tomorrow. And where does the blame lie?! Everyone will have an opinion, that's for sure.
Anyway. Friday and Saturday were mostly the same; worked, came home, had some dinner, hung out with Rita (P's cat), watched some telly (last night, BEHEMOTH — A Mountain, a Monster, a Massacre! — on SyFy. Awesomely awful), read some, visited with Brian and Thom (Brian's house guest) when they got back from Arisia, slept. Today was slightly different: after I woke up I puttered around for a few hours, then was hit with the feline sleep ray and a big patch of sunshine and slept about four more hours. Which was very nice! Aging has been catching up with me a lot this last year. I am so achy all the time, and it's affecting my sleep. Any chance I get to catch up is a Very Good Thing.
Finished another book, so now I'm up to three this year. W00t. When Brian got home from the convention today we went out and got some dinner (I had a gift card to use up) and then came home for a low-key night. I went over to P's to hang out with Rita for a while, watched some of the game over there and flipped back and forth between it and Felicia Day's Red: Werewolf Hunter on SyFy. A takeoff on Little Red Riding Hood, not only was it mostly unwatchable, it had the most confusing ending (SPOILER): she has to kill her boyfriend because he's been infected by the werewolves, but she got bitten too and in the very last scene they show her reading a story to her (one assumes) child. So she was infected? Or wasn't? Or ... ah, who cares! Sorry, Felicia, I wanted to like it, but REALLY not your best work.
Brian went to bed pretty early and I'm heading there now. Very glad it's a long weekend. I need to have a fun injection. Want to go see True Grit — maybe Brian and I will go Tuesday. I couldn't get excited to watch the Golden Globes tonight, so I gave myself permission to skip it. Is that a sign of something?
Maybe the apocalypse.
Anyway. Friday and Saturday were mostly the same; worked, came home, had some dinner, hung out with Rita (P's cat), watched some telly (last night, BEHEMOTH — A Mountain, a Monster, a Massacre! — on SyFy. Awesomely awful), read some, visited with Brian and Thom (Brian's house guest) when they got back from Arisia, slept. Today was slightly different: after I woke up I puttered around for a few hours, then was hit with the feline sleep ray and a big patch of sunshine and slept about four more hours. Which was very nice! Aging has been catching up with me a lot this last year. I am so achy all the time, and it's affecting my sleep. Any chance I get to catch up is a Very Good Thing.
Finished another book, so now I'm up to three this year. W00t. When Brian got home from the convention today we went out and got some dinner (I had a gift card to use up) and then came home for a low-key night. I went over to P's to hang out with Rita for a while, watched some of the game over there and flipped back and forth between it and Felicia Day's Red: Werewolf Hunter on SyFy. A takeoff on Little Red Riding Hood, not only was it mostly unwatchable, it had the most confusing ending (SPOILER): she has to kill her boyfriend because he's been infected by the werewolves, but she got bitten too and in the very last scene they show her reading a story to her (one assumes) child. So she was infected? Or wasn't? Or ... ah, who cares! Sorry, Felicia, I wanted to like it, but REALLY not your best work.
Brian went to bed pretty early and I'm heading there now. Very glad it's a long weekend. I need to have a fun injection. Want to go see True Grit — maybe Brian and I will go Tuesday. I couldn't get excited to watch the Golden Globes tonight, so I gave myself permission to skip it. Is that a sign of something?
Maybe the apocalypse.
